Abigail
One of the decorators with dyed pink hair and ridiculous small round glasses on his nose was seated at Finnegan's desk, typing rapidly on the keyboard.
There was no way that was part of redecorating the office. The boss's personal computer was off limits to everyone but himself.
"What are you doing?!"
He froze, his eyes widening behind those tiny glasses. I crossed the office in six strides, my eyes moving from his hands to the screen and back. "I said," What are you doing at Mr Wolfe's desk?"
He pushed back from the chair, stuttering. "I was just uh-"
"Lemme guess you were just warming up because you wanted to decorate his wallpaper?" I spat, glancing behind me when I heard Gina's heels on the carpet. Her right eye twitched in irritation then in one blink it was gone.
"What on earth?" She declared. "What are you doing at my son's desk? Who authorized you to touch that computer?"
